The Disputed V.C.: A Tale of the Indian MutinyGibbon, Frederick P.
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The Disputed V.C.: A Tale of the Indian Mutiny
Gibbon, Frederick P.
India -- History -- Sepoy Rebellion, 1857-1858 -- Juvenile fiction
"Well, sir, I will say this for Russell, that he was very plucky, and at
the end, when all was hopeless, he finished the powder-trail. Until then
Ambar Singh and the others had not dreamt of my plans."
He broke off abruptly, and, as though suddenly enlightened, continued:
"I see it now! I dare say that Ambar Singh really did think that Russell
alone was responsible. When it came to firing the powder I claimed the
right to do it, but he had hold of the candle, and said he had taken
over the command, that he'd deposed me, and he would do it. We had a bit
of a scuffle, and he threatened me with a pistol. So he set the powder
alight. But I claim that I was in command; it was my suggestion, and I
laid most of the train, and therefore I should have the credit. I will
say for Russell that he backed me up well, and was plucky. That's all
I've got to say."
Woodburn and Munro were silent for some time. Tynan's tale was certainly
plausible enough, and it seemed as if there might have been
misunderstanding. Perhaps Ted had been too hasty in thinking that Tynan
was willing to surrender unconditionally. Still, it was very strange
that he had never mentioned that Tynan had first suggested the
explosion, and that he had laid the train. Though, now they came to
think of it, Ted had at first said "we". They had put it down to
modesty, yet the words might have been correct. Could it be that when
Ambar Singh had given his version, the temptation to take the credit to
himself, now that he believed Tynan dead, had been too strong for the
boy?
This was not like Ted, but in justice to Tynan they must admit that it
was possible.
"We must consider your report, Tynan," said the major. "If any wrong has
been done to you, we will try our best to get at the truth without any
favouritism. Go and see to your men now. We dine in an hour."
"Well, Woodburn, what do you make of it?" he continued, when the ensign
had departed.
"I can't make head or tail of it. There is evidently room for doubt, and
it may have been as he says."
"I'm afraid I was hasty in sending off that recommendation for the
V.C.," said Munro, "because if Tynan's tale is true, Ted will not be
entitled to it."
"You'd better put that right at once," advised the colonel. "Write and
explain that there is some doubt."
"I will at once. I hope the letter may be received before anything has
been said to Ted. It would be cruel to raise the lad's hopes."
"I don't believe a word of what Tynan has said," Ethel declared. "I'm
sure he was lying. I was watching his eyes all the time, and there was
no truth in them."
"It may be so, but I must write," said Munro.
For a long time the major wrestled with pen and paper before he
composed a letter to his satisfaction. The contents we already know, and
how they dashed Ted's hopes to the ground. The missive sealed, the
colonel observed:
"I suppose we can trace Havildar Ambar Singh? His evidence will be
wanted."
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